Tear
Tear


On the edge I hang,
Quietly listening to the tune you sang.
A memory, A word, A hug, you wish me back,
And there I am again as you hit the sack.
Gently I flow on the rosy cheeks and the prickly stubble.
To the unknown I make the free fall,
Not knowing the reason for my call.
I am dearly named the Tear.